I've always wondered at what point women realize that we (men) actually have no real idea what they are thinking. I think it happens at different ages for different women... maybe, for some, it takes a certain relationship to really grasp that.
I have a hunch that, for many, it never really gets there.
And I think that's why I'm so proud of my little chick. With all the wisdom that four years of life bring with them, she already knows how to communicate to me what she is really needing.
I know, because it happened last night.
We were having story time before getting her ready for bed. She cuddled in beside me, as she usually does, while we read, and at one point, I reached over and picked her up to give her a really good cuddle - one of those ones that just don't work right, sideways. And she got an idea.
"Daddy" she said, her eyes just lighting up. "Let's do this: you tickle, and I'll wiggle".
So we did. And she laughed, and I laughed, and it was wonderful. I'm so glad I knew.
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Hey, thanks! I would never have thought to link that up, but you're right - there is something very Kafka-esque about her transition from idea to execution. Nice insight...
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